Best Dolour Poems
Just because you broke my wings,
Just because you threw thorns in my path,
Just because you cut my throat with your ego,
Just because you gave your best to put me down,
Does it mean you accomplished your mission?
Why are you searching for me in the dark cellar?
Why will I even go to the lonely moor and cry?
Why will you find me in the stillness of the air?
Why will you find my eyes shut under the blanket of the dark winter night?
Do you think you can merrily look for me weeping under the shadows of your strong paws?
Are you shocked for not finding me among the torn pieces of hope?
Are you tired of searching for me in the haunted house of your hostile humanity?
Is it your madness to look for me between the waves of dolour?
Why will I even give you a chance to find me rafting in the river of recession?
Ok let me help you find me.
Trace me in the colours of free flying butterfly
Look up to me in the glory of the rising sun
Find me in the ferocious flight of high rising eagle
Look for me in the light of rejoicing full moon
Find me in the strength of a soldier's muscle
Spot me in the sweetness of the hard-earned bread
Find me in the sweat of an honestly tired face.
Locate me in the glister of the creative mind
Catch me in the confidence and valor of an educator
Feel my presence in the words of an inspiring leader
Fetch me in the smiles of a successful student
See me in the pride of a proud parent.
Instill fear in me, I will come up with a smile
Pierce needles into me, You will see fire in the mirror of my blood.
Put me down to the core, I will rise to the sky with a roar.
Mind YOU!
It's ME
THE UNSUPRESSIBLE.
Categories:
dolour, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Greens of spring
Comes in spring, bloom the greens,
Perfect hues mark flawless screens,
Tender buds now yearn to thrive,
Bees are seen humming on their hive,
Colourful butterflies anxiously flutter,
Flowers eagerly lend their nectar,
Little ones play jolly in the streets,
Sky waits for birds to fly in fleets,
Vibrant shades entice a green eye,
Hurry the gloomy clouds, dolour belies,
Calls of spring, beloved will meet,
Drowning in love, hazel green eyes will greet !
Written March 25th, 2015
For contest "Its spring- show me the green" by
Francine Roberts
Now entered into "Get your green on" old/new poem- poetry contest by PD A
Categories:
dolour, joy, spring,
Form:
Couplet
At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode
Fast by his threshold
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the unlocked door
And so I happened upon him
Mightily taking his mistress
My eyes grew wide in shock
I made as if to storm,
But then stopped
Loosed upon me, an exquisite pain
Felt with every fibre of my being
Soundlessly, I turned around
Post-haste, homeward bound
In great dolour, I walked onward
Carrying my enfeebled feet
Heedless of the lowering clouds
Lightning flashing, thunder pealing
Yet I walk onward
And so the heaven opened
Pouring, the rain
The entire me suffused with it
Thus I quiver in frost, yet
I walked my leaden leg in the drenching rain
And so the inky blackness of the night cast over me
The evanescent rain went home
Afterwards , I gained my shelter
All rain-drenched
I laid, inert in my bed
With an unblinking stare,
My eyes cast into the void
Benightedly, I fell in the arms of Morpheus
And I saw the door opened with a groan
Came in, my inconstant lover
He drew nearer and sat fast by me
I couldn't cast a look at him
For scalding tears welled up in my eyes
He pillowed my head on his chest
And nursed me in his arms
Touched his lips to my locks
Now patting, now caressing
My shoulder, my tresses
His heart beating pitter-patter
He held the nape of my neck
And with an undertone voice
Whispered to my ear
Forgive my failings, my Inamorata
You're a vision of beauty,
And you're my true love.
I harkened to the honeyed words
Falling from his silver tongue
My heart leapt
Thus, hungrily,
I bathed his lips with sensuous kisses
And I melted into his embrace.
I arouse from my slumber, behold!
E'en the murky darkness of the night
Has passed away
And the sun, smiling in the heavens
But my heart, still heavy with pain
Alas! Who to bring solace to my lugubrious tear-stained visage
Categories:
dolour, betrayal, break up, feelings,
Form:
Ballad
My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes,
raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding in rueful repose.
Should I release my woe with unfathomable thoughts of grief?
I may become as strong as a tiger or just a lonely picture motif.
Last week I walked a weak and coarse course of my lowest low,
wishing to borrow a new 'morrow devoid of comfortless sorrow.
I attest I'm depressed dreading everyday, I honestly confess.
Does every grey cloud have a silver lining or shadows of distress?
O, hear my plea! I’m drowning in dream of disdain and insanity!
This minute is not minute; I’m in a dark reverie of a flowing reverie.
The soothing days of assuage which used to be my saving grace
reminds me of how I’m living dead in deafening silence of misplace.
I asked for a helping hand where all warm hands would be on deck.
Perpetually forsaken, if you know what mean, just a dolour wreck.
Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering poor inferior me,
my heart has skipped a beat divided between joy and intense misery.
For I am but a solidary woman, methinks; I shall never be cured.
I must learn to live with this agony, or die an early death obscured.
I’m stuck in a prison pen on constant guard with solitude’s disease,
craving the day when I find appeased atonement that bestows ease…
In order I used these poetic devices:
1.) Metaphor 2.) Alliteration 3.) Rhetorical Question 4.) Simile
5.) Homophone 6.) Internal Rhyme 7.) Assonance 8.) Aphorism
9.) Dissonance 10.) Homograph 11.) Euphony 12.) Oxymoron
13.) Synecdoche 14.) Innuendo 15.) Ambiguity 16.) Personification
17.) Archaism 18.) Antithesis 19.) Metonymy 20.) Ellipsis
A Litany of Poetic Devices Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
September 9, 2018
Categories:
dolour, poetry, sorrow,
Form:
Couplet
Turtles in my dreams
guide me wisely
to be patient and peaceful
and to look before I leap out
while I walk the path of my life.
No matter if the sky turns gloomy
with flashes of horror
and pours down dolour,
drenching the soil
into uneasy pathway.
They tell me to be persistent.
Symbol of wisdom they are
as they enrich me with
emotional strength
in moments of disturbing chaos.
In a world of fast pace
where the very hares
move around with wind wings
affixed to their feet
and act as swift runners
in the race of achievements,
have mocked me
to be lazy and too careful.
What they forget is
the race has been won
by a slow pace gambit, long ago.
Slow maybe but I do hope
to reach the finish line
as they, my spirit guide turtles
wave me the flag of victory.
Date: 06/14/2017
Categories:
dolour, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Neptune will cry for our death
Fragments of sea blood
Temblor of regards
Condolences from Poseidon
Exhaling ciaos, inhaling mists
And all else Jupiter, once more
All yellow bleeds fire
None could inhume his dolour
Grams of sorrow, forcely collected
Twining clouds and forming seas
Autarkic trumpets would sing
As colors received by Uranus
Categories:
dolour, color, death, farewell, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
By your red scars you crucified the moving stars
By your thorns you crucified the entire world
By your dolour you crucified the world-ruler
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through your bloodiness you destroyed our drunkenness
Through your painfulness you restored all the fullness
Through your blood drainage you became unmixed knowledge
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
You were nailed on a crucifix to heal the sick
You were nailed on a cross to retrieve what was lost
You were nailed on a tree for all to see
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through elevation you cured the sin of wisdom
Through rising to the blue you caught and killed the brute
Through elevation you went into fruition
Christ at the near end calmly said “It is finished”
Categories:
dolour, christian, jesus, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Graduate Kid
Nature’s invidious corn
With school, Genius is born!
With crayons of every colour
The World may lose dolour!
Like determined drudges
With gusto he smudges;
On my car, my painted wall
My Credit cards and my all!
***Dedicated to my Grade 1 Son; Elisha, whose crayons leave no walls unturned!
JM
9th February 2014
Categories:
dolour, angst,
Form:
Couplet
Those smiles bloomed, blossomed fawned
As tears now wander
Upon hearts squander
Love's grave has securely, purely, spawned
We kissed aflutter and danced in shimmer
And my hands apprised
But now glanced disguised
For the shadows glare dolour and dimmer
Categories:
dolour, confusion, dark, death, farewell,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
dampness and dolour
cold dark days disappear-
begone,winter fear
Candlemas is today 2nd Feb
Categories:
dolour, seasons
Form:
Haiku
AN ACHE
My pierced heart
secreting nectar
slowly solidifying
to form pearl of dolour.
05/ 15 / 22
Second place
“Naani “ Contest by Joseph May
Categories:
dolour, emotions, heartbroken, how i
Form:
Verse
The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour
Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth,
Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour,
Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth.
Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden,
Back i’th’ longest journey where spring ablaze
Laid the flowers blown down the wood and burden
Our lives like memories galore in craze.
O Fair! Let me know what paineth thee
Such sheer that thou afflictest thy lord.
Bleak is his heart, contriving ‘nother plea,
It haileth thy love to set the erstwhile concord.
However far thou fleest inflicting pain,
Shalt still thou find a peerless love of no stain.
Categories:
dolour, love, love hurts,
Form:
Sonnet
I fell for her in nineteen sixty nine,
When we commenced our journey of love
Along the twilit path of innocence;
My zeal was unaware of the reality
That the woman I loved wasn't mine.
I stopped our ride near the precipice,
The stones on which were cold due to
The night that harnessed my prospects;
We sat by a tree and I held her hands,
Caressed her hair without any malice.
We talked of our affair and feelings,
In unforeseen malarkey of an illusory feat
Which we called an immortal passion;
At long last, I had the frail courage
To express to her my amatory longings.
She was stunned at my boyish imbecility,
While I tried to becalm her in copout
With aberrant words to dodge the truth;
We continued being playful in false love,
While I lamented in my heart's humility.
After few years of sham togetherness,
I listened to my scarred young bosom
And interpreted the final message;
I parted ways with her in dolour,
Yet I longed her in veiled forlornness.
Forty years passed by and I lost my mind,
When I slowly entered my solitary dotage
With a blemished but a stronger heart;
I could think of nothing else but her,
The first love who was one of a kind.
Categories:
dolour, age, crush, cute love,
Form:
Talk of True Valor
And it is ‘Sailor’,
Not ‘Confined Tailor’;
Quite Mobile Sailor,
Not Static Tailor
Facing Cloth and Color;
In Shops of Pallor
Pin Pricks of Dolour…
And tailors tell lies,
Sailor: where storm lies!
Tailors work and chant,
Sailors for merchant.
They don’t flee from Rum;
Rum helps them to hum
And kick colleagues’ bum:
Their own Chewing Gum!
Tailor near to us
With the job one does;
Sailors’ Ship “Not Bus”,
At sea wins his plus…
But he’s Pure Valor
Tailor for Color.
Categories:
dolour, career, courage, identity, people,
Form:
Rhyme
As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying the lunar eclipse
That is what I deserve, that is what I ought.
Is loneliness a hook up with the animalistic self?
Wearing an anorak to withstand the wind of banality
In the midst of a blizzard of an entrenched life
Giving the advantage to the senses of vitality,
Not more than Dido ripping her heart with a knife.
Give me the rise of an insurrection I dreamt about as a boy
A rebellion that would let principles be a judge,
This would surely deliver the desire for joy,
Or an uprising of the loyalists that won’t fudge
But will steer clear off temptations or a ploy.
As a grey fakir I paint a picture into a smudge,
Away from an aureate garden of gild
Into a desolate dryness of a scorch’d land
With my sole soul strongly willed
And a single stroke of my angry hand.
I wished to give tonality in sound and in colour
While being smitten by the freshly cut grass
All the riches will never appease the dolour
As I stand next to a window made of the Venetian glass.
Here I am, in justice I fall
Being accused of playing Pygmalion
Exalted to the throne of Gaslight and all
Given the heart on the platter as a medallion
Draining an amassment of turbulence
From the cluster of words that smack the gob
And remain in our ears as stubborn permanence
And I run, and run, and run, non-stop.
Categories:
dolour, beautiful,
Form:
Verse